Summary

Viktor is a young man drifting through life who finds a puppy on the side of the street and can't help but take her home, even though he can't take care of himself, let alone a dog. Yuuri is the handsome, confident but reserved vet who helps Viktor when the puppy gets sick, and then again when he needs it most. Phichit may or may not be the puppet master behind the scenes, but even he can't help these two get over themselves enough to get together - they have to manage it on their own!

Summary

Yuuri Katsuki was the kind of person you didn’t think about until you saw him dressed up.

Then he was the kind of person you never stopped thinking about again.

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Even though he's keeping no secrets, at times since his breakthrough role in The Ice Master last year, Yuuri Katsuki has been starting to feel like he's leading a double life. A divide between Yuuri Katsuki, the awkward human disaster, and Yuuri Katsuki, suave and charismatic rising star, seems to have come into existence, and Yuuri cannot figure out for the life of him how or why. Particularly because as far as Yuuri is concerned, the suave and charismatic rising star version of himself does not exist.

But it's terrifying, none the less.

But most terrifyingly of all, for some reason Yuuri's idol turned co-star, the legendary Victor Nikiforov, has gotten it in his head that Yuuri is, in fact, the effortlessly cool superstar one out of the two of them. And Yuuri just can't seem to correct the misunderstanding.

Summary

Here are some side-stories to my chatfic, Give Me a Reason, in which Yuuri and Victor meet and form a relationship on IRC roughly three years before canon. It's about love, friendship, and mental health, and I guess it's not totally necessary to read that first, but I seriously recommend it?

Summary

Yuuri pushed open the door of the room in front of him and strode inside. At the same time a door at the other end of the room opened, and a student in a red cloak crept in. He spotted Yuuri at the same moment Yuuri spotted him, and they made eye contact over the low blue flames of the Goblet of Fire.

The other student was the first to speak. “Hello,” he said in English with a sheepish smile. “I expect you’re here for the same reason I am?”

[Yuuri meets someone he didn't expect to while putting his name in the Goblet of Fire]

Summary

Lord Yuuri Katsuki is on a diplomatic mission in Russia. He seeks out a place to rest and finds a cafe inside the palace. The personnel is just as delectable as the coffee they make. However personal feelings slip into the mix and the drinks feel quickly bittersweet. Emotions and obligations are complicated.

Summary

If someone told Yuuri even three months ago that he'd be joining some sort of cult that worshipped and praised and followed Lucifer, he'd have laughed at that person. And then blinked incredulously.

If someone had told him four months ago that he'd miss out on his next season in the skating world because he managed to fracture his leg using the jump harness at the skate club, Yuuri would've cried, but accepted his fate in resignation; being a skater was living in constant danger of harming yourself as you crossed the ice in thin knives, after all.

Also, if someone had told him that the cost for the hospital visit and the college year and his therapist and literally everything else in his life would inflate to unreasonable amounts, and he'd literally have to resort to selling his soul to the devil, he'd probably have broken down crying.

Summary

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Katsuki Yuuri, aka Peaches 'n' Cream, is a dime-a-dozen honeypot agent for the CIA. He's not sure how he's convinced so many people that he's halfway competent, but at least the pay is good—when he's not getting shot at, that is.

Summary

Yuuri doesn't notice people flirting with him - at all. Nope. They're probably looking at Viktor, after all, his fiancé is extremely handsome. Phichit knows better, and has stories to tell, about Chads'n'Brads and nosebleeds.

Summary

A canon divergent bit of fluff where Yuuri and Victor wake up together after that fateful Sochi banquet.

“You were quite spectacular last night.” Victor went on.

“What did I-“ Yuuri was actually too horrified to ask.

“Oh, you just danced. Wonderfully well, in fact.” That didn’t sound so bad. But clearly there was more to the night than just dancing, because here Yuuri was. In Victor Nikiforov’s hotel room. In Victor Nikiforov’s bed.

“Did we . . . “ Yuuri hoped Victor understood what he was asking, because he couldn’t bring himself to say the words.

“Dance together?” Victor lowered his voice to a rumble that felt like warm honey rolling down Yuuri’s spine. “Oh, yes. I haven’t enjoyed myself so much in years.”

Summary

It's 2018 and the world is not what it once was so many years ago. There's desert wastelands where people are doing what they can to survive and a tyrannical corporation running the only form of a government in the distance.

Victor and the other tumbleweeds are just trying to live their lives.

(or: a killjoy love story starring a desert dweller and a zonerunner doing their best.)